Toys of the mind
we create for
ourselves

With pink ribbons
and glitter and
kept on a shelf

On any given day
we'll unwrap
one or two

Pop open a
box-any one
will do

Today it's the
black box and
out jumps the
hate

With green eyes
and envy
That's ruling
our fate

It's a rainy
day, O well,
Just plug it
in the wall

Watch it spin
and twirl as
it sets up
our fall

To late to
put it back
It won't fit
in the box

Growing bigger
in the mind
With it's own
chain and lock

Hurry to those
rainy day toys
We invent for
ourselves

Created in the
factory by our
our mental
elves-